Combat Maid Harem Novels & Stories

A maid yelled out as the others nodded. “The Supreme Luna Queen has been so nice and generous to us, you must be greedy if you still decide to steal from her!” Another maid retorted, I watched as Hawaii pulled the maid's hair tighter. “I-” “Behead her,” Mobali orders, turning his back towards the gates. The maid crawls toward me pulling my dress, I stare at her, her eyes red from crying too much, hair strands all over her body from her hair being pulled. “Y-your M-Majesty, please save me! I p-promise to tell you the truth.” she whispered, stammering as she kept pulling my dress.

Her voice is low and quiet. She’s Amanda, 49 years old and our one and only maid, she’s been working with us for 5 years already. “Shhh... just go to Elizabeth’s room. Make sure that she doesn’t come out.” I whisper and waited for her to leave completely. My hands are shaking. I touch the doorknob. I could hear a strange noise as I listen carefully. I swallow nervously. I was surprised when I opened it and saw them both naked. A blonde young woman was on top of him...

“Ah, he’s not here, he’s at work, he went to work this morning, who are you?” “What?! And how dare you ask who I am? My god, and who are you, huh? Do I need to repeat myself? Really?” “Ah, sorry, I’m a new maid here,” I apologized, feeling a bit annoyed by her presence. “Get out,” she suddenly said, so I looked at her, and she sneered, “What, do you think I’m stupid enough to be fooled? I know you’re not a maid here, Kalix never hired a maid, are you his woman? Get out of here!”

Lennie said it wasn’t the time yet. “May I?” He lifted up his arms a little, showing Ashely Elena who was lying in his arms. Elena had closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep since she saw Ashely's basically naked body. The moment she saw her, Elena knew what “maid” meant at Lennie. Lennie’s maids didn’t clean or cook, at least not only that, they were also responsible for pleasing Lennie’s husband. In other words, they were the harem Lennie prepared for Cory. And now she was part of it.

Because my husband, Liam, the Alpha of the pack, couldn't keep his control over himself, every maid had been in his bed at some time or another. And that is why they speak to me without respect. I can’t even deal with them—because Liam never stands against their behavior. Instead, he hits me in front of them if I dare to argue with any of them. I chewed on my bread and sipped my orange juice while Liam thrust harder into the maid on the dining table, making it shake under their movements. Her moans filled the room, while the other maids giggled, as though imagining themselves in her place.

I had no right to be jealous because I wasn't his girlfriend. I was just a maid hoping he would notice one day but I knew vaguely that would happen. As the days passed, different women came to the mansion.It' already his habit to change women every day. I just focused my attention on working and was content to be loved far away. "Whoever woman Sir Elijah brings here, it's tiring to clean her bed," Beth complained. "I'll be the one to clean Beth," I volunteered. "Let me do this! maybe your innocent mind will become wild, haha ​​!, "she told me laughing.

HIS SECRET WIFE: (MARRIAGE OF CONVIENCE MAFIA ROMANCE) Tropes: Forced promiximity, Plus size FMC, Mafia, Sweet mafia romance, marriage of convience, Brandy: My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me. Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle. We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way.

I replied. Thalia began to laugh out loudly. “Did you just say that Prince Havoc Blackstorm of this amiable household considers you a friend?” She asked and I nodded in response. She began to laugh again then she said. “Stop being delusional, unless you dream of becoming a concubine, sorry I meant to say a Harlot. Then you should please continue to live in your delusions, because you are not noble enough to become one.” I guess getting spoiled by the Blackfang has taught me to not know my limits. As a maid it is forbidden to dream of a nobleman, even if the mating bond is in action. A ritual would be held to break the bond between the maid and the young man.

I rephrased back her words. "Yes I did but he has a maid. It's different. A maid" She emphasized. I wish it's truely different but seemed more than that and I have caught Peter staring at her before, even the so called Maid. That's why I warned her to limit her closeness with him 'cos it seemed like there's something going or something coming up. Jeez! Now she have the nerves to talk back at me. "You are right mom, it should be different. It should be maid and a mister"

“Tonight, they will remember the maid.” The doors shook once as Northridge warriors struck from outside, but the blood oath held the servants in place like living locks. No Alpha could break these doors quickly without killing the same servants he claimed to protect. That was the beauty of using helpless people. Heroes always hesitated. Queens always bleed. The maids survived because nobody looked at the knife beneath the tray until the meal was already served. Boris groaned near my feet, and I looked down at him with the kind of smile that had once fooled Bardolph.